It’s 5:12 am I have been awake for 21 hours. I am highly intoxicated and I still can’t seem to forget about your existence.
The funny thing is, I’d leave everything just for you to stay.
Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
Have you ever wanted to cry but no tears came out, so you just stare blankly into space while feeling your heart break into pieces
(Source: unwolfe, via donthideyourdemon)